When I woke, I was unbelievably aroused. As I came to full awareness, I realized that was because Natalie had reached back and slid her hand down into my boxer briefs. She was gently holding my cock in her hand and slowly stroking the length of me, pausing now and then to run her fingernails over my sensitive skin. I was already so hard that it almost hurt, and I couldn't keep in the low moan that came up out of me.
"David," she sighed out in a breathy voice filled with desire. "I want you. And I want it rough, not gentle." Her hand suddenly closed into a fist around my cock, and she squeezed me tightly, making me groan and thrust my hips unconsciously against her.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice heavily laden with lust. I wanted nothing more than that myself, but I didn't want to hurt her.
Please," she begged shamelessly. "I need you to take me, to claim me. Please."
I wasn't going to ask twice as need ignited inside me. I grabbed her hip and ground myself into her with a low possessive growl as my more dominant tendencies took over. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, and she shuddered and moaned. Fuck, no one ever turned me on like Natalie. No one.
My hand glided up her body, and I gripped her right nipple firmly between my thumb and index finger. I squeezed and pulled until she whimpered in discomfort, a dark part of me liking it. If it never hurt, I wasn't trying hard enough.
"Did you like that, sweetheart?" I asked in a husky voice.
"Yes, please, David," she whined. "More."
I did the same thing to her other nipple, until she was writhing and mewling uncontrollably against me. It drove me insane, and I couldn't help but bite her again, this time leaving an obvious mark on her shoulder.
"You're mine," I snarled against her skin. I released her nipple and wrapped my hand around her throat. Her body went limp in instant submission. I squeezed for a second, and she whimpered and moaned, her hips pushing back against me.
"You love submitting to me, don't you?" I asked sensuously. "You crave it."
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
"I bet you're soaking wet already," I whispered next to her ear. I grabbed her leg and threw it over mine roughly, spreading her legs wide. I could already smell her desire, and it drove me insane. I let go of her throat and rubbed my fingers roughly across the soft cotton of her panties. I was right. She already soaked through them. When I pushed my hand down into them, I could feel her soft swollen folds as I spread her wetness up to her clit.
She sucked in a shuddering breath as I began stimulating her sweet little nub. Her body shook and shivered, small gasping breaths spilling from her mouth. Just as her orgasm slammed into her, I sank my teeth into her shoulder again, biting down hard and making her wail as she flew apart.
"Fuck, yes," I snarled as her back arched and her legs quivered. After several moments, her body finally went limp, her breathing harsh and erratic. "Was that good, sweetheart?" I asked in a lust deepened tone.
"Hmm, hmm," she answered affirmatively, unable to form actual words. I smiled in smug male satisfaction.
I threw the blankets off and sat up taking her with me. I grabbed the hem of the T-shirt that she was wearing, and carefully pulled it up and over her head, being mindful of her staples, then tossed it aside. I pushed my boxer briefs off, letting my cock free. Her eyes were instantly riveted on it and darkened with lust.
"On your stomach, now," I told her sternly. She obeyed immediately, and laid down for me. I helped her adjust the pillow, so she could put the uninjured side of her head on it. "Lift your hips." I put my pillow under her, so her ass was raised up to me. I took a moment to admire the sweet soft curves of her ass and hips as I stroked my erection. She was so gorgeous. I slid my hands up the outsides of her thighs until I reached her panties, then grabbed them and jerked them down her hips. I pulled them off swiftly. I made sure that she saw me press them to my nose and inhale deeply, before dropping them off the side of the bed. She smelled like heaven.
"Spread you legs," I snapped out as I shuddered with desire. I couldn't wait anymore. I had to have her, now.
I laid on top of her, using my forearms to keep the majority of my weight off of her. I pushed my cock between her legs, finding her soaked pussy easily. I thrust into her hard and suddenly, both of us gasping in reaction as I hit the end of her. This position made her feel so very tight, and like she was at my mercy. Her arms were trapped under her upper body as I bracketed her in with my forearms. I let more of my weight down on her, so she felt trapped and helpless. I knew that would turn her on as much as it did me.
"Who's body is this?" I growled in her ear. "Who's pussy is this?" I pulled back and thrust roughly into her again.
"Yours, David," she whimpered. "Always yours."
"Good girl," I murmured with approval as I nuzzled her earlobe, then I nipped it with my teeth and shuddered when she squeaked in surprise. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, sweetheart," I snarled, then softened my voice. "If it hurts your staples, let me know, and I'll stop. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispered back with a soft smile. She knew I would always take care of her, even when things got rough. I never wanted to hurt her. Well, maybe a little, but only if she liked it.
I began thrusting in and out of her, slowly increasing the pace and watching her closely to make sure she was doing okay. She never flinched or faltered, and when I began pounding mercilessly into her, she started to wail as another orgasm hit her. She got even tighter as her pussy spasmed around me. I didn't let her come down, altering my angle and hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Inhuman screams came out of her mouth as one release bled into another. At one point, only quiet squeaking noises came out of her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as her orgasm hit its apex and took her breath away. The walls of her pussy clasped onto me so tight I saw stars and completely lost all control. I came out of no where, my balls tightening and white-hot pleasure exploding out of me as my cock jerked and jumped inside Natalie. I could feel jet after jet of my cum pour into her body. I almost blacked out from the sheer force of it. When it was over, I rolled onto my right side and took Natalie with me until we were spooning again, our ragged breathes synchronizing as we calmed down.
I'd never love another like this, never feel connected to another like this. She was all mine, her body, her pleasure, her heart, but more importantly I was hers too. This was it for me. She was my life, and I'd spend the rest of this lifetime making sure she knew that every second of every day until my last dying breath.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
It was a strange sensation when I woke up to find David wrapped around me with late morning light streaming in through the bedroom window. He was usually awake long before the sun came up, and it was a pleasant surprise. He was sound asleep on his right side facing me as I lie on my back, his face buried against my neck and his left hand resting protectively on my belly. The warm weight of it made me feel comforted and safe. He'd been doing that almost all night long, and it touched me, making happy tears threaten to fall. I was so relieved that everything was right between us again, and we were really in this pregnancy together now.
I turned my head and nuzzled my nose into his soft dark curls, taking in his intoxicating and irresistible scent. He felt so warm pressed up against my bare skin, and I started drifting off to sleep again, until I realized what day it was. It was Friday, and both of us should be at work right now.
Shit. I jerked upright on the bed with a gasp. My sudden movement startled David awake, and he accidentally pushed poor George off the bed with his legs. I heard a startled yowl and a thump.
"What the hell?" David grumbled as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "What's wrong?" he asked sleepily as he focused on my panicked face.
"David," I blurted out as I threw the blankets aside. "We overslept. We are so fucking late for work." I jumped out of bed and felt the world spin around me. I swayed on me feet.
"Whoa," David said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down onto
the bed. "I don't want a repeat performance of yesterday morning."
"But David," I insisted as I tried to pull out of his grip. "I've got to get to work."
"Don't worry," he said evenly. "I called in for both of us already. It's okay."
"But I..."
"Shh, sweetheart." He wrapped his arms around me and laid us back down so that I was draped across his chest. "You've got three staples in your head, and you passed out yesterday. I think they'll understand, and you need to rest."
"Why did you stay home?" I asked as I looked up at his face. "I would have been fine here by myself."
"Well, for one thing, I haven't slept well in days, and I'm exhausted." He looked sheepish suddenly. "And you scared the shit out of me yesterday. I didn't want to be away from you today."
"I'm sorry," I said in a small voice as guilt hit me. If I had just talked to him and taken better care of myself, it wouldn't have happened. I looked away, but he touched my chin gently and turned my face back to his.
"I'm sorry too, Natalie," he whispered, and pressed his lips softly against my temple. "We got so far off track, drifted so far apart. We can't let that happen again, sweetheart. I can't lose you. My heart wouldn't survive it."
"I'm not going anywhere, David," I promised him as I snuggled closer to him, gliding my hand in slow circles over his sculpted abs. I'd never tire of his perfect body.
"We can't let our fears or insecurities keep us from talking to each other again, Natalie." He moaned softly as I caressed his chest. "We can't be in this together if we aren't on the same page."
"I'm still scared, David," I confessed softly as I laid my cheek on his chest. "Of being pregnant, of giving birth, of being a parent." I felt tears threatening to fall. "Of letting our baby down."
"So am I," he whispered as he brushed his lips across the top of my head. "But I think we're supposed to be scared, Natalie. If we weren't afraid, then our baby really would be in trouble."
"Maybe we should talk to Diana about all this," I suggested. "She's been through all this before."
David got really quiet for a long time. When I looked up at him, I could see tension around his eyes as he stared at the ceiling and clenched his jaw tightly. He hadn't mentioned his sister in days. I assumed he must have worked things out with her, but by the look on his face right now, that obviously hadn't happened.
"Have you talked to her?" I asked softly.
"Not since Monday." His voice was low and harsh. "It didn't go well."
"David, you need to work this out with her."
"I know," he murmured quietly. "I will. I'm...I'm just not ready."
He didn't say anything else, and I didn't want to upset him more, so I laid my head back down on his chest, and closed my eyes, so I could listen to his heart beat slow and steadily. That's when the nausea hit me, and I let out an annoyed groan.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked in concern as he ran his fingers through my hair.
"I feel like barfing again," I grumbled. "I'm so sick of this shit."
"Do you want me to get your nausea medication?"
"Please," I said pathetically. "And some ginger ale too."
"You're asking for ginger ale?" he asked incredulously. "I thought you hated that stuff now?"
I let out a deep sigh. "I do, but I don't want to get dehydrated again. I felt even worse from that, and I don't want anymore staples." I shuddered at the memory of getting the staples in my head. I didn't ever want to do that again. I didn't want to think about having them taken out at some point.
"I'll get your meds, and then I'll cook breakfast," he said as he climbed out of bed. "Hopefully, by then you'll feel up to eating. Sound good?"
"Okay," I said as I snuggled the side of my face against his vacated pillow and admired his nude body as he knelt to pick up his boxer briefs from the floor. He slipped them on, then straightened and smiled softly at me.
"I'll be right back, sweetheart." He walked out, giving me a lovely view of his perfect ass. I sighed in contentment, even if I was pretty nauseous. I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but my ringing phone put a stop to that. I reached over, smiled at the screen, and answered it as I sat up.
"Hi, Daddy," I said warmly as I leaned back against the headboard. I didn't get a lot of calls from Dad, but when I did it meant a lot. He worked long hours, and he kept in touch when he could.
"Hi, baby girl," he said in a deep rumbling voice. Dad and Ford always sounded eerily alike to me on the phone. "Ford called and told me that you fell and ended up in the hospital again yesterday. Are you alright?"
"I'm good now, Daddy," I said with a smile. I was touched that Ford had called our father to let him know what happened to me. I knew what it cost my brother to contact Dad. They rarely saw eye to eye on anything, except for how they both felt about me. Their relationship was strained for the last few years. I don't know what happened between them, since neither would talk about it, but I hoped someday that they could work it out.
"I heard you had to get staples," he said warmly. "How many people did it take to hold you down this time?" He was referencing the stitches I had to get when I was three and fell on the lawn mower in the garage, cutting my forehead open. It had taken four people to hold me down while I screamed my head off.
"Just one this time," I said with amusement as I watched David walk back into the room with my medicine and my ginger ale. "I made David hold my hand the whole time." I smiled and nodded in thanks as David put them on the nightstand next to me.
"I'm glad that he was there for you, Natie," Dad said softly. "He's a good man." I was blown away by that last statement. Dad hadn't met many of my other boyfriends, but he never said anything like that about any of them.
"Yes, Daddy," I caught David's arm as he tried to walk away to get dressed. "You're right. David is a good man."
David's eyes widened in surprise at my statement. I pulled him toward me, and he crawled back onto the bed. He laid down and put his head on my thigh. He reached up and put his hand on my belly again, smiling up at me as I continued telling Dad about my visit to the ER yesterday. I placed my hand over David's and squeezed gently then reached over to grab my nausea medicine.
"I'm glad that you're okay, baby girl," Dad said as I swallowed my pill with some of the retched ginger ale. "You need to take better care of yourself and my grandbaby."
"I will from now on, Daddy," I said with certainty as I set the can back on the nightstand. "I promise. I'm looking forward to calling you grandpa."
"Wow, that makes me sound old," Dad said with a laugh.
"Does that mean that you're too old to take long weekend trips with your new girlfriend?"
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," Dad said uneasily.
"Come on, Dad," I said reassuringly. "It's okay. I know your long weekend trip for Thanksgiving wasn't for work."
He let out a deep sigh. "I never could pull anything over on you, baby girl. I don't want your mother to find out yet. Every time she finds out I'm seeing someone, she goes off the deep end. I want to see if this is going to turn into something serious before I start bringing her around you guys. I don't want your mom's insanity chasing her away."
"I don't know, Dad. Long Thanksgiving weekend getaways sound pretty serious to me," I said in amusement.
"That's why I'm not going to risk this by bringing her around Victoria yet."
"Is she good to you, Daddy?" I asked in a more serious tone. I wanted my dad to find someone and be happy. He'd been alone for so long. I had started to think his wreck of marriage with Mom made him swear off relationships all together.
"She is, Natie," he said in an affectionate tone. "She really is."
"Then I can't wait to meet her."
"I'm going to let you go, Natie," he said. "Call me if you need me."
"I will, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you too, baby girl." We ended the call, and I smiled down at David. He was rubbing my belly slowly now with a thoughtful look in hi
s eyes. I ran my fingers softly through his hair.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" I asked him quietly.
"That pretty soon someone will be calling me their daddy," he said with a bemused expression and a shake of his head. "I can't wrap my head around it. It doesn't seem real."
I laughed. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, when you're barfing all the time it gets real really fast."
"I bet." His smile widened as he sat up. "Speaking of barfing, are you feeling any better?"
"A little," I said with a shrug. "I could probably handle eating pretty soon."
"Good." He climbed out of bed and stood next to me. "I want to do something else before breakfast."
"Like what?"
"I want to wash you and take care of you." His face softened as he leaned down and scooped me up off the bed into his arms.
"Is that all you're going to do?" I asked him suggestively as his bare skin on mine filled me with desire.
"I'll take care of whatever you want, whatever you need." He turned and carried me toward his bathroom. "All you have to do is ask."
"Then I want you," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest.
"Oh sweetheart," he murmured in my ear. "You already have me. I'm all yours."
"Good," I murmured as he carried me into the bathroom, and I felt like the luckiest mother-to-be on earth.
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David set me down gently, and started filling the bathtub instead of turning on the shower. Wordlessly, he stood and turned me to face away from him. His warm hands began kneading the tight muscles of my shoulders, his thumbs digging delightfully into the knots of tension between my shoulder blades. I sighed and relaxed into his ministrations.
His hands moved up higher, his thumbs working the muscles of my neck for several moments until I sagged back against him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt his soft lips come down on my shoulder. He licked and nipped at me, making gooseflesh pebble across my skin, and a shudder travel through my entire body. My God, the things his mouth did to me.
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